Malric Draven grimaced at the gruesome sight of Sicko's skull, cracked open with a part of the squishy mess that was supposed to be his brain sticking out. He looked away with a hurt expression, "All these men, Malric. You didn't have to kill them. Sicko was the best guard we had." "We? Or you?" He sighed, "All of this, Malric, everything you have come back to meet, it all had to be this way." I frowned at him, shocked that he was trying to justify his betrayal, "It was meant to be? I gave you everything you have right now, Draven. I told you about Alruin, I told you that I will be back to right all the wrongs I have done. And what did you do?" "You didn't have that time nor that leisure, Malric." He explained, "Time moves much faster here at Vantheir. The demand of an Alpha to take action is so ferocious, and how could I help but deny the people what they wanted?" My eyebrows knitted in confusion, "You say the people wanted their Alpha branded as a traitor? Because I loved
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